I've spent years wondering about life, and death,
Contemplated on mysteries, staring up from my bed.

Beautiful patters of light, blending in with shadows,
Amazement and I lose a breath, I realize its borrowed.

Capturing whatever I could, as I stared at the white ceiling,
All I knew, was that I was in the shadows, my mind revealing.

If only I could pocket those lights, take them everywhere,
Maybe I could have transcended, my room shaped in a square.

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